When walking in Florence I usually look ahead, navigating pedestrians, bicyclists, taxis, and delivery trucks, and watching to take in the architecture, ancient streets, and of course, the Arno. I look down to watch my step to keep from falling.
And, there are signs to see when looking down; plaques indicating the name of a Jew who lived in the adjacent house, the date of arrest, where deported to, and the date of death or assignation. Looking down, I see more plaques that I want to consider.
And, there are signs to see when looking down; plaques indicating the name of a Jew who lived in the adjacent house, the date of arrest, where deported to, and the date of death or assignation. Looking down, I see more plaques that I want to consider.
And there are signs to see when looking up; plaques indicating the height the Arno reached during the flood of 1966. Looking up, I’m amazed at how much of the city was underwater.
